I cried upon my fathers hands, as he lay dying I possess these - TopicsExpress



          

I cried upon my fathers hands, as he lay dying I possess these hands; I am his legacy long drawn shadows of a thousand days since I have seen him last. He looked at me, and asked me for solace for answers that i still cannot answer. As my Mother struggled for breath she still comforted me and I had to refrain from a fight with her over breakfast. I love, and miss them both, dearly. I am their child; I am beyond their reproach Today; I remain aloof from their understanding.
Posted on: Tue, 12 Nov 2013 21:42:39 +0000

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